An English Garner (Vol V)

436 CANZON, PARTHENOPHIL [?M^£J;
Still, sighing mine heart overthrows ! Yet art Thou cause of these woes!
But what avails ! if I make to tbe deaf, such horrible outcries ?
She hears not my miseries ! 0 Sorrow ! Sorrow, cease a while ! Let her but look on me and smile ! And from me, for a time, thou shalt be banished !
My comforts are vanished ! Nor hope, nor time, my sorrows can beguile ! Yet cease I not to cry for mercy! vexed thus; But thou wilt not relieve us, which perplexed us !
Ah, would Thou set some limits to my woes! That, after such a time set (As penance to some crime set), Forbearance, through sweet hope, I might endure ! But as bird (caught in the fowler's lime set) No means for his liberty knows; Me such despair overgoes, That I can find no comfortable hope of cure !
Then since nothing can procure My sweet comfort, by thy kindness; (Armed in peace, to bear this blindness) I voluntarily submit to this sorrow,
As erst, each even and morrow-Can women's hearts harbour such unkindness ? 0, relent! Relent, and change thy behaviour! Foul is the name of Tyrant; sweet, of Saviour!
Long to the rocks, have I made my complaints! And to the woods desolate, My plaints went early and late !
To the forsaken mountains and rivers !